As hashgachah would have it I walked in to Starbucks and a fellow was getting up from his little table next to an outlet and I got it!

I'm going to try to do a pure post, free-flowing, stream of consciousness.

I just weighed in at Weight Watchers (I pay them handsomely to use their scale) and found that I'm 1.and a half pounds since I weighed in three weeks ago prior to my trip.

I'm pushing 50. The weight and related factors will  - G-d forbid - get worse if I don't take the reigns.

I recently read a statistic that people who write about what's going on in their lives tend to be healthier.  I hope so.

Before WW I was at PT for an hour. After a year of discomfort and disappointment relating to my injury I feel like my feet are in good hands.

Some people tease me about belonging to Weight Watchers for years and going to meetings and weigh-ins while not strictly following their point system.  Besides the fact that they have a non point program, I think it's worth going for the mussar. 

My seat is right by the restroom and the 2 men on line are waiting quite impatiently.  I feel bad for the person in there.

Here are some (some, not all of my) recently written haiku:

Wisdom and laughter

need to protect each other

from becoming stale

A. What is protocol

if you remember something

while they just forget?

B. Consider the fact 

that though you remember them

they never knew you

What are the questions?

You must answer that question

if you want answers

Most importantly

I know that G-d feels my pain

that is an answer

On roller coasters

the oh so steep ride down beats

the upward climb

Trying to talk to

someone with ADHD?

Like holding jello

So so beautiful

Two people unite as one

Under a chuppah